Why is there so much pain
The cuts keep getting deeper but there is no knife
I don't want to bleed on those who didn't cut me but there is no release
Blood as red as wine spills on the floor
Is it my imagination or is it really there
What is left of me is it really worth the trouble to save my soul
Or should I just lay down and freeze in the snow
Is it really worth the time that it would take
To fix my weary heart
Seems no matter how much I heal
The cuts come back again
My heart is going cold oh who will keep it warm will it turn black or stay as red and pure
I know one thing for sure
It's that I'll never forget the pain and empty feeling in my soul
That you will never know the way I feel inside
I am either in love in pain or angry or I feel nothing
And I punch hard enough to break my own hand just to feel a thing
In the end I hope that you Never have to feel the way that I do feel the way that I do
Never feel the way that I do you keep me from jumping off the edge
Oh I hope you never feel the way I do